Instant Thoughts (add yours too if you like)

where do poems go,
love written?

lost
gambled away like so many cheap dollars
sometimes weathered storms never leave

Sunday night really ought to be two days long. (!)

Why do mobile phone companies Make such a mess. Bloody hell, my busness phone is 3 weeks out of use, damn >:P

Everybody is living on the brink of
Existence

Everybody is living on the brink of
Extinction

Everybody is living on the brink of
The screaming abyss

Everybody is living on the brink of
The high-wire

Everybody is living on the brink of
The Golden Mean

Everybody is living on the brink of
Glory

Everybody is living on the brink of
The Story

Everybody is living on the
Edge of their seats

Everybody is living on the
Street

Everybody is living on

Everybody is living

Everybody is

Everybody.

take your pen as it is
do not ever dismiss wet skies
that is your ink for paper-words
if you truly believe in writing yourself better
you must step off the cliff's edge of safety
fall deeply into insanity
your hand will guide you
orders taken from your beating heart's lead
directly by influencing
you will prevail
victoriously here is nuts
the struggle opened your mind
your soul as gardens do
you are now sailing bizarre

All the hours spent writing by candlelight,...
All the thoughts, the memories, the heartache,...
Bound together for one volume,..
A note of suicide,.
25 years in the making.

Very emotional today.
Haven't felt this way for some time.
Everything I see, Everything I read.
Happy,Sad.My eye's can't help,
But to fill the void with tears.
Is it the weather? Is it just me?
Is it the fact that I have no answers.
To the questions,That have been troubling me.
There's an eerie feeling of numbness.
Mixed with a dose of agitation.
Hopeless,Helpless,Restless.
Maybe I just need a nap.
Maybe Tomorrow...

Your thing

You know she’s yours
She will not leave
She looks at you with admiration
She feeds your ego like no one before

For all that you have a sense of superiority over her
For all that you think you can ask her anything you want
For all that you think you can do whatever you want
For all that your desires have no limits

She will suffer whatever you want, even the unthinkable
She will do whatever you want, even the unacceptable
She will say anything you want, even the unforgivable
She will lose everything you want, even the unforgettable

And in the end what will you have left?
Your dirty hands and mouth
Your empty soul that lives only by the look she lays on you
Your cold and worthless room

jallard said:

Your thing

You know she’s yours
She will not leave
She looks at you with admiration
She feeds your ego like no one before

For all that you have a sense of superiority over her
For all that you think you can ask her anything you want
For all that you think you can do whatever you want
For all that your desires have no limits

She will suffer whatever you want, even the unthinkable
She will do whatever you want, even the unacceptable
She will say anything you want, even the unforgivable
She will lose everything you want, even the unforgettable

And in the end what will you have left?
Your dirty hands and mouth
Your empty soul that lives only by the look she lays on you
Your cold and worthless room

True mental abuse there.
The sad thing is,When they're done,
It's on to the next victim.

she called him... Romeo.
and he smiled...